Sometimes, the way I dress can make me look like I’m a thug. Other times, the way I dress makes me look like I’m a businessman. Although I am not a thug, other people’s perception of me is widely skewed. I am not that much of a businessman either. I am somewhat ambitious to get my company off the ground though. But if it’s one thing I’m not, I’m not a thug.
Today, Project One had a meeting with a client to finalize the layout design for their website. I must say that they were very pleased with the design. I like it too but the designs that I made are tailored to me so I wasn’t sure if they were going to like it. I’m glad that they impressed.
They signed off on the design and provided some feedbacks on what needs to be added. There isn’t much left to do other than adding content to the page. We’re hoping to have their website live by the New Year. Even though everyone will be on holidays around that time, it’s a good idea to have it up and running around the New Year because well, it’s the new year. It’s a fresh start so why not make it a fresh start for the website?
After we finished with all that, the guys and I left the client’s office. Gus headed home because he had plans. Alvin and I headed towards Gore Park to catch the bus going up the mountain. But first, we stopped by the mall because I had a little too much coffee to drink.
As we get near Gore Park, we stopped by a convenient store to get bus tickets. By the time we crossed the street, the bus had already left so we had to walk. Alvin suggested that we wait in the bank because it’s warmer in there.
Before we go to the door, a couple arrived before us so they swiped their card to get in. The bank is closed but the little foyer was accessible to anyone who has an access card. So we go in and waited for the bus. As we’re talking, the couple interrupted us to ask a question.
Guy: Are you guys going to use the machine?
Guy: Can you leave?
Me: What? Why? You want me to swipe my card at the door? I’ll use my card.
Girl: No, I’m sorry. It’s not that. It’s just…
Me: It’s okay. We can leave. We’ll wait until you’re finished. It’s not a problem.
Girl: I’m sorry.
Me: It’s okay, really.
The girl seemed more apologetic about the situation than the guy was. I thought maybe they were insecure seeing two Asian guys in the foyer as they’re trying to withdraw some money. I think Alvin was scaring them. Nonetheless, we left without causing any commotion. We waited outside until for a bit until the 26 Upper Wellington bus arrived. We never went back in because we decided to take the bus up the mountain rather than waiting for the 25 Upper Wentworth.
Looking back at it, I think the guy was prejudice or something. I could probably understand that he might have been scared because we were just standing there. But what difference would it make if I was standing there or not. If I was going to withdraw money, I would have been standing there anyway. Or I could have been using the machine right beside him which is even closer. Asking us to leave because we were standing there minding our own business is just rude.
We weren’t even standing close to the guy either. They were at one end of the foyer and we were at the other end. We’re far enough that there’s no way we could see him entering his PIN number. I don’t know what he was scared about. Down town is known for violence and stuff but it’s pretty busy in the area that we were in.
I think we were victims of racial profiling but we don’t fit the typical profile of Asian thugs. I was wearing khaki pants with a black wool coat and brown scarf. Alvin was wearing jeans and a gray coat. If we were going to mug these people, I don’t think we were dressed the part. Heck, I had a portfolio binder with me. Maybe he assumed I was going to whack him over the head with it or something. By the looks of Alvin and I, we were harmless.
At first, it didn’t bother me much. But the more I thought about it, the more it pissed me off off. I don’t know what this guy was thinking but if he was afraid of using the ATM while people are standing around, he shouldn’t have been using it in the first place. It’s night time and he wanted to withdraw some money so who am I to stop him? If he didn’t want us to be in there, he shouldn’t have held the door opened for us. A little common sense goes a long way.